Kurt was in a fragile state when he met Kim. Newly-divorced, he was lonely and starved for good sex. He found it with Kim - and he found out things he didn't like about himself. Part 3 of 4. All characters are adults over 18
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"From the nature of our last session, I suspect that today you're going to talk about the things that made you question whether you should stay in a relationship with Kim," Dr. O'Connor asked.
"That's right," I said. "I'd just gotten divorced, and my intention was to have casual relationships for a while. I never wanted to dive into anything as intense and serious as what I had with Kim. I kept telling myself that we'd split up eventually, but I put it off because we had such great sex."
"Did you ever imagine having a permanent relationship with her?" Dr. O'Connor asked.
"I did. But I soured on that idea pretty early. I began learning things about Kim that made me certain she shouldn't have a permanent place in my life."
"Let's go there. What were these things you learned about Kim?" my therapist asked.
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Although the sex was great, there were problems with other aspects of our relationship. Our issues became more problematic as time went by. The biggest thing was that we simply had different values; I figured out quickly that Kim wasn't someone I wanted to be my daughter's stepmother.
I'm not a smoker, but Kim smoked constantly, and this became more annoying as time went by. I never suggested she quit smoking. That was her business. But I thought it was reasonable to ask her to cut back just a little when I was around.
I understood that smokers like to have a cigarette immediately after sex, but Kim wasn't satisfied with one. She'd smoke a second one, and a third, and a fourth, and she always kept smoking until I couldn't stand to breathe the air in her little bedroom.
We had a polite discussion, and she agreed to stop after one cigarette. But she never kept that promise. I kept reminding her that she'd agreed to cut back when we were in bed, but nothing helped. I finally got so angry and I took off my belt and whipped her ass. It was the first time I did something like that for reasons that had nothing to do with sex.
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to cut back on those fucking cigarettes when I'm around!?" I said as I whipped her bare ass. The sound of the leather strap slapping the cheeks of her butt echoed off the walls. "Are you ever going to keep your promise? Are you? ARE YOU!?"
That particular episode left her with bright pink welts that criss-crossed her backside from her waist to the back of her knees. She cried loudly, then curled up on the bed and sobbed for several minutes. I'd never struck a woman in anger before, and it was a shock to discover that I could get mad enough to do that. I sat in the chair wondering if I should get up and leave. Then I saw Kim lift herself off the bed and kneel in front of me.
"I am so sorry, Sir," she said, still sniffling. "I promise I'll be good from now on. I promise I'll stop after one cigarette. Please give me another chance."
That was the moment that things changed between us. Kim stopped being my Sweet Little Bitch or my Sexy Little Bitch. She became my Naughty Little Bitch or my Dirty Little Bitch. A few days later she came to the door wearing a thin nightgown and holding one of my belts.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I've been naughty today, and I need to be punished," she said.
That was unexpected, but I played the role as best as I could.
"What did you do!?" I asked in the harshest voice I could manage. "What happened today?!"
"I touched myself," Kim said. "I knew you were coming over to see me tonight, and I got so excited I started playing with myself."
"Did you make yourself cum?!" I asked.
"Yes, Sir. I am so sorry."
"Don't you know that I'm the only person allowed to touch you down there?!"
"Yes, Sir. I know that Sir. I promise I won't do it again."
"You're right, Dirty Bitch! You've been very naughty, and you need to be punished!" I said. "Get your nasty ass over here!"
I dragged Kim by the elbow, sat on the couch, then pulled on her arm until she was over my knee. I lifted the back of her nightgown, revealing her bare ass.
"Please be gentle!" she said.
"Shut your slutty mouth!" I said. "I don't want to hear any complaints while I'm whipping your ass!"
With that I gave Kim a good, strong slap with the belt. It had to hurt. I did it again. And again. I'm not sure how many times I whipped her ass, but by the time I was done I saw pink welts criss-crossing her butt. That sight became a familiar sight over the next few months as I continued "punishing" Kim for being "naughty."
When I started whipping Kim, it had nothing to do with punishment. It was strictly a technique that delayed her orgasms until they became stronger. But at some point Kim decided she wanted more. She's the only woman I've known who likes pain. Plenty of women enjoy being spanked gently as part of some role playing game, but Kim is the only girl I've met who asked me to hit her hard enough to cause pain so severe that her ass was sore for hours.
